Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
The Associates,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.